The young master in black armor said coldly: "You go first!"
Sacrifice has begun, and these red-robed deacons are of no use. If they stay here, their identity will be exposed.
They are all strong men from some sects. They were just transferred here for this blood sacrifice. They usually don't meet each other.
No one knows the true identity of these people except him.
“Yes!” Several red-robed deacons respectfully accepted the order.
A miniature formation rose up. When these deacons entered it, they were instantly moved hundreds of millions of miles away, and their auras disappeared in an instant.
The young sect leader is the only one left in the valley now.
The altar is now in a mess, with only some bones left.
From the altar, a weak source arose. It cannot be said to be the source, but a power that has never been seen before. It contains all things in the world.
It’s a pity that there are too few.
The power is also mediocre, and can only be compared to the ordinary emperor's origin.
After reaching out to grab this source, the black-armored young sect leader's eyes revealed a trace of strange color.
I couldn't help but growl: "Old guy, it's not your last time, why isn't it enough?"
A surprising scene appeared. A ghost flew out of the body of the black-armored young master and floated in the air.
"You can't blame me. The person offering sacrifices this time is too weak. If he is a fourth-level emperor, just one will be enough." Ghost said a little aggrievedly.
The black-armored young master had a look of disgust on his face. He grabbed the weak source in his hand and threw it to the ghost.
“You really dare to say that when the fourth-level emperor comes, we will all be finished.”
Hunter smiled, and quickly flattered him: "How come? With your current strength, you can't escape even if you can't defeat me?"
“Hmph, that’s easy to say!” The young master in black armor ignored it lazily, and then said: “Come in quickly, someone is coming here, and they are not weak.”
“Oh?” Ghost showed a meaningful expression when he heard this.
If the strength is not weak, it means that you can fight or even kill.
After seeing what the other party was thinking, the young master in black armor sighed: "It's not someone else who is here, it's an acquaintance. Let's go!"
After hearing these words, the ghost did not dare to say anything more and re-entered the body of the black-armored young master.
唰!
A black-robed monk, very fast, arrived at the valley instantly after the young master in black armor left.
Looking at the bloody altar on the ground, anger showed on the face of the black-robed monk.
The thick sleeves of his robe were swaying, and a girl of twelve or thirteen years old grabbed his thigh, not daring to look at the bloody altar.
When he lowered his head to look at the girl, the monk smiled.
Once upon a time, he had been in this situation, and the man also gave him a smile to reassure him.
“Brother!” The little girl in ragged clothes had clear and bright eyes. When she looked at the bloody altar, she felt uneasy in her heart.
The surrounding aura tears the heaven and the earth apart, and the ordinary world cannot stay here forever.
The monk shook his head and waved his hand to remove the bloody atmosphere from this area, leaving only a bare altar with coagulated blood on top.
The two landed slowly. As soon as they landed, the little girl rushed towards the ring.
She could feel that his brother seemed to have been here.
Thump.
I didn’t know what happened. She stumbled. The little girl supported her body with both hands and stood up with difficulty. She looked at the raised place behind her.
The monk stood aside without any obstruction. With his identity and strength, he could see the little girl's past and future at a glance.
Although I was poor, I was shining brightly.
The future is murky. Even if he takes in this little girl, her future is difficult to predict.
Close your eyes slightly, and for a moment countless pairs of eyes are staring at this place.
The sacrifices here have destroyed countless people and can cause such great causal power, but he cannot find out who is offering sacrifices here.
When he opened his eyes again and looked at the little girl, his eyes revealed compassion. The little girl was just a microcosm of those countless pairs of eyes. At the same time, there were many people in the same situation as the little girl.
Not afraid of cause and effect, he is obviously a demonic monk.
At some point, the little girl had a puppet in her hand, with crooked writing on it.
That was left behind by his brother before he died.
“Little sister, live well!”
This is what he tried his best to keep before his death, but for some reason it was not destroyed.
If the young sect leader knew about it, he would definitely be surprised!
Perhaps he is surprised now.
On the cliff of the valley, there was a person in a gap in the void, staring at the puppet in the little girl's hand with cold eyes.
“Old guy, is it really as serious as you say?”
"How can I knock you if you and I only have one life? It seems that this is the evil consequence of the sacrifice. I have long felt a sense of uneasiness in my heart. It seems that it is this thing and even the sacrifice cannot destroy it."
The person hiding here is the young master in black armor.
“Forget it, as long as I reshape the origin for you, you can get rid of it completely. I hate this kind of life.”
The voice of the old man in the body sounded again, saying in a low voice: "No matter what, kill this person first. He is just a Taoist king, there is nothing to be afraid of!"
“You’re teaching me how to do things!” The voice of the young master in black armor was cold and stern.
The person inside the body was stunned for a moment.
How could the young sect leader, who was usually extremely cold-blooded, hesitate?
“No, no, I just suggest getting rid of that puppet. There is the cause and effect of you and me above, so don’t leave it alone!”
The black-armored young sect leader ignored it, just kept staring at the monk leader, and finally shook his head.
offices on the altar.
The little girl knelt on the ground and sobbed. The monk arrived in one step, knelt down and patted the little girl on the shoulder, and said, "Don't let your brother's long-cherished wish go!"
“Well!” The little girl raised her head, looked at the monk’s head, and then said, “Why did my brother die?”
Seng Shou was stunned for a moment, a little dazed for a moment, because he found that the little girl's future had changed again. It was originally turbid, and now it has turned into darkness.
It seems that another remarkable person is about to appear in this world.
Of course this refers to the ancient country of Daxia.
“Let’s go, I’ll take you to see it!” The monk took the little girl’s hand and jumped into the air.
The two of them left in an instant.
It wasn’t until he completely disappeared that the black-armored young sect master who was hidden in the cracks of the void slowly appeared.
Looking towards the place where the other person disappeared, there was a trace of yearning in his eyes.
“Huiqing, long time no see!” His voice was very low and no longer as cold as before.
Hurrah.
The black armor disappeared into the body, he put on a black robe, and slowly took off the mask.
This young master in black armor is the "Jian Wushuang" who has disappeared for thousands of years.
His hair turned white at this moment.
“You’re crazy, don’t be afraid that someone will see you!” The voice in the body sounded again.
Jian Wushuang’s eyes instantly became sharp and he shouted angrily: “Shut up.”
The man was none other than the White King who had robbed him.